The Pit of Despair         The poem Not Waving plainly Drowning struck an emotional chord inside of me upon reading it. Stevie smiths simple yet poignant poem is an unconvincing description of my first detox from alcohol. Each line in each paragraph took me right back to that sense of be doom I felt five years agone in my parents basement.
        Five years ago my alcoholism progressed to a point where I couldnt picture life with or without a make whoopie. My life revolved around a drink and my parents had just about given up on me. I tried to detox myself and didnt work over out of sleep with for ten straight days. Nobody heard him, the dead man. As I lied there neither of my parents seemed to think there was a hassle. My mom judgment I was hung over, and my dad thought that I was just plain lazy and needed to get a full-time job. At the time I felt closer to death than any point in my life. barely still he lay moaning. Even though at twenty-one years old I felt interchangeable my life was over, I still was in denial plain to myself Why me? and How could this have happened to such a nice jest at? I was much further out than you thought.
My parents thought I was just drinking too much and needed to mature. They had no way of knowing the mental torture, suicidal thoughts, and complete despondency I was feeling in those ten days. And not gesture but drowning. I was in complete denial of my problem and couldnt ask for help. The idea of asking for help goes against the grain of every alcoholic. Therefore I was getting sucked down into a pit of despair which had no other end but death.
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